Entry 72
My voice is so sore from crying and and my eyes are all red and puffy. I don't even want to leave this room. Our flight leaves in a half hour and I'm not going anywhere. The police have finally agreed to take this case seriously, and they're putting out alerts. I finally had to break down and call his mother and tell her what's been going on. Needless to say, she'll be out here in a few hours. I even called Daddy and Ma. Daddy said that he'll be out here by this evening to help with the search effort. Ma wants me to come home right now, but I told her that I'm not leaving.
"Trey didn't leave Chicago without me, and I'm not leaving California without him." I told her. She understood where I'm coming from. She told me to stay with my body guards and to keep her posted.
I won't eat anything and Chrissy just brought me a tray of hot wings she ordered from room service. The smell of the sauce is making me nauseous. I can't eat if Trey hasn't eaten. What if he's out in that desert somewhere, hungry and thirsty, hot and blistering? Or being held against his will somewhere while crooks are plotting to extort a whole lot of money from us? Trey is a celebrity and something like that wouldn't be too outrageous to conceive of. I know I sound paranoid right now, because I am. The police are checking all over the place and he isn't in any of the hospitals, nor the other hotels, no one in the entertainment business has heard a thing from him. What's really strange is that Kenny is presumably with him and no one has seen him either. How can anyone make a man of Kenny's stature just disappear into thin air?
Although I'd been thinking about this since the other day, today I finally disclosed my feelings about Jasmine to Charles, Eric and Chrissy. I told them that I was sure that I'd seen Jasmine out here.
They told me that if I was sure that it was her, I needed to give her description to the police. She was able to take down Eric in Chicago, she could take down Kenny too.

Entry 71
OMG!! It's been twenty four hours since I've seen Trey and I'm so sick right now. I feel like I've never been so far away from him before. My mind is going to all kinds of crazy scenarios and horrible thoughts about where he could be and what could have happened to him.
It's five in the morning and I'm on the balcony of our hotel room. Trey stood out here for a few seconds before he left yesterday. That was when he told me that when he got back, the rest of the day would be for us. I had still been laying in bed, and all I could think about was how good he looked even first thing in the morning. He was wearing a casual outfit, jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, jacket and shades. His face and hair were groomed to perfection and he smelled amazing.
He kissed me goodbye with a passion that was full of a promise that I was definitely looking forward to him fulfilling...when he got back. But he's not back yet. We still haven't heard from him.
Those crazy texts stopped coming last night. Of course I wasn't stupid enough to go and sit in the parking lot as had been requested, but Eric and Charles took posts around the perimeter of the parking lot just to watch out for the cars that were coming and going. Of course there had been no sign of Trey.
Reluctantly, last night we all went out to several of the hot spots out here to see if anyone anywhere out there had seen or heard from him. We didn't want to cause alarm or spread any panic, so when we asked if they'd seen Trey, we tried to make it look as if he'd just stepped away for a minute and the crowd was too big to search through. At one point, a DJ from a local radio station told us that he was sure that he'd seen Trey leaving the club right before we got there, but he couldn't tell us which way he'd gone, or who he had been with.
I'm heart broken and scared. I want to see him so badly! I wish that I would have held him a little longer yesterday. Oh God, what am I going to do? Please send him back to me safe and sound.

Entry 71
I got this weird text message from Trey. At least, I think it was from Trey. The text definitely came from his phone, but the wording and slang were off. He said he wants me to meet him in the hotel parking lot, alone in two hours. Trey would never send me such a text. When I sent him a reply asking him if he was drunk or something, a text came back in all caps telling me that if I didn't meet him, that he was out. Out to where? Trey knows our flight leaves tomorrow. Rather than try and figure out the bullshit, I called the front desk and asked them to contact the police.
By the time the police got to the hotel lobby, Trey's whole team, excluding Kenny, were down there too. Trey's assistant told us that she'd received a weird message too. She said that it said for all of us to go on ahead without him and he'd catch up to us later. nothing was making sense, and still none of us has actually heard Trey's voice.
After the police asked us questions and took down a report, they told us that they couldn't file a missing person report until tomorrow around noon. They wouldn't even do anything due to his celebrity status. One of the officers said that in this town, celebrities often go off on their own and sometimes they aren't heard from for several days just because every once in a while they want to get away from it all.
"Believe me, if he gets spotted out there, the fans will let you know where he is." One of the officers told us.
They told us to try calling around to the other hotels in the area just in case he may have checked into one of them.
I know that Trey would never do that, but we all decided to give it a try anyway. We called asking for him under his stage name, real name and even the alias he uses sometimes. No luck with that.
Nicki even tried to help although she was a little mad that they hadn't been able to finish the video in time. That's another clear sign that something is wrong. Trey would never be so unprofessional.
Baby, where you at?

Entry 70
Ok, something is not right and I'm beginning to worry. I haven't seen or heard from Trey all day, and that's not like him. He left our room really early this morning because he had to meet up with Nicki at another location so that they could wrap up their video shoot. Before he left, he told me that he'd be back sometime this afternoon so that we could spend some time together before we leave tomorrow.
There have been times when Trey had to work and somehow our signals got crossed and our plans may have had to be cancelled, but I don't think that that's what's going on. Trey would have called me or sent me a message or something. Besides, he knows how important this time together for us was going to be. Next week I'm going to be really busy at work because the firm just got two new high profile clients. Trey made me promise him that the week after that, I'll go to Canada with Ma.
He's going to be busy on the projects he already has lined up, and the next time we'll have any real quality time together will be right around our one year anniversary. Right now all of that seems so far off. I just care about what's going on right now, and right now, I'm wondering where my baby is.
All over the gossip sites and fan sites everyone is talking about Trey and Nicki hooking up on the beach or meeting each other at hotels or some secret location while they're here in LA. I know those things to be untrue, so I'm not even about to go off and trip. It still doesn't explain why it's now 6:15 pm, and there is still no word from him.
I called his assistant and she told me that they'd all taken their breaks at around noon, and that Trey had gone off to take a call. She said that when she'd come back to see what he wanted for lunch, she couldn't find him. She said that she'd sent him texts, but she got no response. She said that she wasn't worried at the time because they couldn't find Kenny, either. She'd thought they'd gone to lunch together. But that was six hours ago.

Entry 69 cont'd
When asked about the fight she'd just had, the girl replied,
"Oh, that was my fat cow sister-in-law. She's so stupid. She's just mad that she couldn't slide down that pole. She would have crushed Trey!"
I laughed so hard at what I was seeing on the TV. The camera panned around the room where the incident took place and a waiter was holding onto a fork. He proudly held it up as he yelled out that it was the fork Nicki had eaten with. A female staffer was seated next to him. She crossed her legs and proudly stated that Trey had sat there.
The reporter held the microphone out to a girl that was standing off to the side and she held up her phone. You could barely see the pic on the tiny screen, but the girl explained that it was a pic of all of us as we left the restaurant.
"See? That's Trey and that's Nicki. She's holding onto his waist as they're leaving. I had suspected that they were dating, but now, this proves it." The girl grinned from ear to ear as if she'd just delivered earth shattering news.
I know my jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell did she go and say that for? Everybody knows that Trey and Nicki aren't dating. Didn't the chick see me right there with them the whole time? Who the hell did she think I was? His sister?
Trey told me not to get all mad at what had been said. I told him that I wasn't mad, but a small part of me was. Yet another rumor that Trey was going to have to live down.
Trey told me that he was going to go and take a shower and asked me if I wanted to join him. Usually, I jump at the opportunity, but I don't feel like having a quickie right now. I'm still thinking about that chick who looked like Jasmine back at the restaurant.
I'm trying to convince myself that it wasn't her, but the more I remember the face, the more I'm convinced that it was her. First of all, she had been purposefully standing behind the column as if she hadn't wanted to be seen, and she'd looked right at me as I passed her. That horrible face!

Entry 69 cont'd
Nicki was right behind him. I wanted to continue watching the fight, but the whole mess was no longer in my line of vision, although I could still hear the sounds of furniture crashing and loud yelling.
Just as we were exiting the restaurant I could have sworn that I saw Jasmine standing next to another column with her phone in her hand.
I tried to turn back to see if it was really her, but I couldn't. When we got in the parking lot, I tried to tell Trey what I thought I'd seen, but he didn't believe me. He said that I was seeing things. A few minutes later, police sirens could be heard. The manager and another staffer came out to us with several shopping bags. They'd given us our entire order to go. The manager waved away the cash that was being offered to him. He just wanted us to put the word out that his restaurant had the best Mexican food in town.
We left the parking lot just as the police car was pulling in. Kenny made a joke about how the girl had slid down the pole and we all laughed. When we got back to the hotel room, the whole incident was on the news. Trey's and Nicki's names were being said by the witnesses who couldn't wait to be on camera for the evening news.
The proud restaurant manager couldn't stop talking about how much Trey and Nicki loved their food. He even told the reporter that they'd loved the food so much, they had to take some to go.
The poor girl who started it all was on camera too. She was a lot calmer as she told the reporter that when she'd seen Nicki and Trey in the restaurant, she had wanted to go down to talk to them, but the waiters wouldn't let anyone go down there. She said that her cousin had dared her to slide down the column.
"Being that I'm such a big fan of theirs, I did it!" The girl said and the people standing behind her began to cheer. They posed in front of the camera and began to give shout outs.
Trey and I fell out over the way they were behaving. One of the guys on TV was throwing up gang signs.

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